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hummingwolf) wrote2002-10-07 11:26 am
hummingwolf) wrote2002-10-07 11:26 am
Update
Just heard on the news that a 13-year-old boy was shot just outside the middle school I used to go to. Investigators don't know yet if this shooting is related to the other recent shootings. At least the boy is still alive.
This was going to be a cheery post about the fact that I survived turning 33 yesterday. Of course I can still be grateful for that, perhaps even more grateful than before. My birthday was quiet, as my weekends usually are. The weather was beautiful, cooler than it has been with a mix of sun and clouds. I'd gotten a package from a friend in the mail on Saturday, so I could spend yesterday munching on dried cherries. Mmmm. (Thanks, Un!)
Today I'm back to stressing out over finances and a seemingly endless round of phone calls. A state office wants me to send them information on how my disability has affected my life so they can make a decision about me and send their opinion on to Social Security. Thinking about what fibromyalgia has done to my life always depresses me, so I'm not getting this essay written very quickly. I'm tempted to avoid this chore entirely and let them use the information they already have (which should be enough), but I should probably make the effort anyway. Ugh. I'd rather focus on what I can do than on what I can't do.
I had a dream that I woke up in near-total darkness, looked at my clock and saw that it was 10 in the morning. I woke up from the dream at 6:30 to a much brighter world and couldn't get back to sleep. If this update is dull and/or depressing, let's blame it on lack of sleep, shall we? Or maybe we can blame it on the fact that even my dreams these days are uninteresting. At least I haven't dreamed about getting shot yet.
This was going to be a cheery post about the fact that I survived turning 33 yesterday. Of course I can still be grateful for that, perhaps even more grateful than before. My birthday was quiet, as my weekends usually are. The weather was beautiful, cooler than it has been with a mix of sun and clouds. I'd gotten a package from a friend in the mail on Saturday, so I could spend yesterday munching on dried cherries. Mmmm. (Thanks, Un!)
Today I'm back to stressing out over finances and a seemingly endless round of phone calls. A state office wants me to send them information on how my disability has affected my life so they can make a decision about me and send their opinion on to Social Security. Thinking about what fibromyalgia has done to my life always depresses me, so I'm not getting this essay written very quickly. I'm tempted to avoid this chore entirely and let them use the information they already have (which should be enough), but I should probably make the effort anyway. Ugh. I'd rather focus on what I can do than on what I can't do.
I had a dream that I woke up in near-total darkness, looked at my clock and saw that it was 10 in the morning. I woke up from the dream at 6:30 to a much brighter world and couldn't get back to sleep. If this update is dull and/or depressing, let's blame it on lack of sleep, shall we? Or maybe we can blame it on the fact that even my dreams these days are uninteresting. At least I haven't dreamed about getting shot yet.
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glad you survived the day! i'll write more later, am still a little too buzzy to make much sense.
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Not exactly awake enough to make much sense myself. Hearing about another shooting isn't helping the mental state much, y'know? I want to go for a good long walk. I want to stay inside and hide under the covers. I want the world to stop seeming like such a nightmare.
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oh, me too. when i read the news on msnbc about bowie, i felt faint in the head. my god. even if it's some gunhappy opportunist, copy-catting for fun, it's a horror.
i believe in Love, you know?
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Secondly, *warm wishes to you* about the shootings. I'm so worried for all of my friends and family in the area right now.
Thirdly, I know what you mean about the essay depressing you. I hate filling out all of the countless forms for disability. It's like ... how depressing can we get, emphasizing all of our weaknesses and the ways in which they have made our lives difficult to live? Blah.
*gentle hugs*
Hang in there!
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::hugs:: back
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We have been having gorgeous sunsets here. I keep thinking of you coz you seem to write about them a lot.
I'm sorry about your
exercise in frustrationessay and the shootings. How distressing.I am sending yogic thoughts your way, so if you hear Ganesh the Elephant trumpeting, don't be startled.
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I finished the essay & sent it off. Yay me! Also managed to go for a nice walk (& look at the sunset) without getting shot, so all in all I think it was a good day.
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YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!
/me does happy jig and celebratory lopsided cartwheel
*hugs* :) :)